Monday, July 23, 2012

Henry's First "Homerun"

Last week, the family made a quick trip to Virginia Beach to say goodbye to my dear great aunt, Violet.  We arrived in town early enough to have a quick game of "Baba pitch the ball."  I must actually admit that Momma was pitching the ball for a little while.  But Henry was hitting it so hard that I worried about him hitting my now-inhabited-with-a-teeny-person belly.  So I handed the pitching duty off to my dad.  Apparently, Henry can read his pitches pretty well.


Tuesday, July 17, 2012

Baseball. His first love?

I'm going to venture to say that beyond his momma and his daddy, baseball has become this kid's first love.  

For example, if he can't play baseball outside with dada, he'll ask us to turn on the Orioles.  Oh and by name.  It's not, "Watch baseball, mama."  It's more like, "Watch Orioles, mama."

After recognizing players like Adam Jones by name (That's Adam Jones!), he'll pick up his plastic yellow bat and watch the pitcher.  When the pitcher pitches, he takes his swing.

He also adores the baseball song.  Here he is giving it his best.


Speller? Already?

Yesterday morning was the first time in 3 weeks that Henry and I didn't have to drop off Andrew at 8am for class.  This also meant that we wouldn't be driving past the football, baseball, lacrosse and basketball stadiums. 

When we were getting Henry ready for the day, Andrew said, "Henry, I'm so excited about getting to take you to school today!"

I chimed in with, "Hon, do you think he'll miss the s-t-a-d-i-u-m-s?

At which point Henry shouted with enthusiasm, "STADIUMS?!"

Good heavens.  I'm not ready for this.

Friday, July 6, 2012

Long Time No Blog

Sincere apologies to the two or three of you out there in internetville who have been waiting for more Breen-fambily photos and anecdotes.  There is plenty to come, as soon as our lives slow down juuuuuust a smidge.  Suffice it to say that it's ironic that I'm currently getting my tail kicked by a class called Management and Planning while Audrey is getting hers kicked by the first trimester of pregnancy.  Clearly this was poor "planning" on our part (tongue firmly in cheek) and I ain't "managing" a daggum thing.

This video is for Grandpa, who sent Henry the sweetest gift.  We just couldn't wait for a holiday or special occasion for the unveiling.  Henry's expression is priceless.  Thanks, Grandpa!!